Trixie Adara

I will be posting stories on RoyalRoad.com at https://www.royalroad.com/profile/495709/fictions Writer of steamy mind control, sapphic, & BDSM erotica | She/her | Sub | Married

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Cover for my new book, Horrors & Harlots, that you can find on any online bookstore. A trans femme Succubus MC goes to a contemporary magic college for monsters who aspire to be adventurers. Think Buffy mixed with Fantasy High or The L Word: Generation Q merged with D&D. Trans angst. Cozy queer found family. Cis femme x trans femme romance. Spicy as Hell.

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Thank you for your interest in becoming an ARC reader for Quests & Queries, the first novel in my Spells & Sundry series. This story follows

Monster girls are easy. Desire is dangerous.

As Query, a half-succubus wizard, begins her freshman year at Dalton Academy for Monsters, she’s got more problems than credits to earn. Between fending off demonic invasions, managing her homesickness for Hell, and suppressing the pulse of her succubus aura that leaves everyone at Dalton dangerously attracted to her, she’s learning that control is the hardest magic of all.

All she wants is a spell powerful enough to fix her body—but the girls around her make it hard to focus. There’s a vampire who likes control, a divine cleric who can’t commit, and classmates who blur the line between friendship and temptation. At Dalton, desire is its own kind of spell, and some lessons can only be learned the hard way.

Even with an adventuring party at her side, the school’s wards are failing, monsters are going missing, and the faculty would rather see students starve than thrive.

Quests & Queries is the first novel in Spells & Sundry, a dark, queer fantasy series set in a world where love, hunger, and power are never cleanly separated. Perfect for readers of A Dowry of Blood, The Scholomance Trilogy, and An Education in Malice or anyone who wishes Buffy the Vampire Slayer happened in college with more queer characters, The Name of the Wind traded its brooding bard for a succubus in Washington, DC., or The L Word: Generation Q crossed over with D&D.

Quests & Queries comes out on December 5th! But you can get access to it today by signing up for an Advanced Reader Copy in exchange for an honest review of the book before it comes out. Or, you can sign up for my Patreon and get it all now, including access to the next three books in the series. Or, you can simply pre-order it!

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One of the things I really love about my upcoming, smutty series Spells & Sundry (ARCs for the first book available next week!) is that it has a spice but also cozy. I'm all for dark scenes with power dynamics and kink, but I also want my characters to snuggle, banter, and watch them go shopping. I want room for all of them, even as they solve mysteries and get through a magic school.

So here is a picture I commissioned of Query's adventuring party during their freshman year, optimistic and full of life. I really can't wait for you all to meet them and come to know them like I do.

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“Being within five feet of her might as well have her pressed against my back, skin to skin. She’s impossible to ignore, and my body wants to press further, to roll over and crash into her.”

The tension between a Devil and a Vampire at Dalton Academy isn’t just magical—it’s combustible.

Read this Horrors & Harlots chapter free on my Patreon. Support queer indie fantasy + bonus sapphic novels: Here

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[OCs] “now we're gonna be face to face / and I'll lay down in my favorite place / and now i wanna be your dog / now i wanna be your dog”

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Me coming back to social media after a year-long break

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 7 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1505804826-queers-queries-chapter-7?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 6 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1504390195-queers-queries-chapter-6?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 5 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1502943465-queers-queries-chapter-5?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 4 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1501352613-queers-queries-chapter-4?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1500094851-queers-queries-chapter-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 2 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1497560546-queers-queries-chapter-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Queers & Queries - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1491359851-queers-queries-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TrixieAdara Query's first day at the Dalton Adventuring Academy for Monsters is not going as planned. After being mistakenly placed in the haunted tower with a Wraith for a roommate, almost run over by a Werebear, and already somehow behind on her classes, Query discovers that she just might be too broke to be a wizard. Not that Query is new to unsolvable problems. She has dedicated her life to crafting a spell that can cure her of all the things wrong with her body. All she needs to do is survive the most competitive school for the vilest creatures in the world while being seduced by her entire dorm thanks to her mother's Succubus heritage. If she can pull that off while sorting out why students are dropping out of school in record numbers, she just might be able to pass her freshman year.

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Breaking Aurora Flight Chapter 8: Anterolateral System

By Trixie Adara

Eidolon

The blue-haired woman could do more than turn someone on. Apparently, she could turn someone off. 

Permanently. 

Perla was embarrassed at first, and she asked me to come back later to tell me all about it. When I threatened to leave immediately, she backed down. She took me to her apartment, still too ashamed to talk about it anywhere in public. 

I don’t blame her. 

Since Gretchen’s random disappearance, Perla hadn’t been able to orgasm. Though, honestly, that was too simplistic. It was more like Perla’s pussy was numb. She could touch it — it could even get wet — but she couldn’t feel it. Not like novacaine. It was more like an absence. Even her fingers couldn’t feel her pussy if they touched it. She thought she had some kind of brain-disease, but she was too embarrassed to go to a doctor. As a doctor herself, it didn’t make sense. It was like where her pussy was concerned, her mind detected an absence. It was a blackhole of senses in her body. 

It was the blue-haired woman’s work. 

I tried to tell her all about the blue-haired woman, that she was a super I was looking for, that I thought she had mind-influencing powers that could do something like this, that I think she erased some of Perla’s memory along with the rest of the staff, that I thought she had something to do with Gretchen’s disappearance. 

But Perla was useless. Worse than useless. Once she started talking about her dead pussy, that was all she talked about. She told me how it killed her marriage. How for a while, she thought she was asexual until she realized she could get aroused from porn. From almost anything. She paid for strippers, prostitutes, picked men and women up at bars. All of it. She tried threesomes. She tried drugs. She tried being drunk. She tried it all, but nothing worked. Her life was ruined in one thoughtless and cruel move from the blue-haired woman. 

I had to admit, it was kind of brilliant. 

I couldn’t imagine being as beautiful as Perla — able to have any man or woman I wanted —and not being able to feel anything with a lover. Is that what Bastille felt with all her invulnerability? Did her beauty and size gain her lovers but no pleasure? I don’t know, but it felt cruel to leave someone like that.

I wondered if the blue-haired woman could do that to Io for me. 

After a few drinks and a crappy dinner she cooked, I decided to head home. As crappy as Perla felt, it did nothing for me to sit and mope with her. But as I tried to step out of her apartment, she grabbed my hand. 

“Please,” she whined. “You have to help me.” 

“I will,” I said. 

“No. Please. I —” She shook her head. “I can’t do this any longer.” 

“I —” I didn’t want to tell her that clearly she could — that some of us had felt dead between the legs for longer than seven months — but I didn’t think that would get me out the door. “I’ll do what I can,” I said. “I have to find this woman first.” 

“And she can fix it?” Perla licked her lips. Some of her lipstick was smudging from all the biting and licking and wine and dinner. The appeal of her died more and more each moment. Her desperation was the biggest buzzkill of all. 

“I don’t know,” I said. I wrenched my hand out hers. “I have to go.” I tried to step around her, but she was fast and, unfortunately, stronger than me (most people were these days). 

“Please, you have to —” 

I stepped into the Gray out of reflex. I didn’t want to travel far — just to the other side of her. I wanted to slip right through her shadow and get on the other side of the door, out of her stifling apartment and clingy attitude. I didn’t think her dead pussy was what really destroyed her marriage in the end. 

But as I passed through, she let out something like a gasp as I materialized on the other side of the door. 

No. Not a gasp. 

A moan. 

Her apartment door swung open behind me, and Perla was clutching herself — one hand over her breasts and one between her legs — as she looked at me like I was Aphro-fucking-dite. 

“What was that?” she asked breathlessly. 

“My power?” 

“Your power?” 

I nodded. “I can step through shadows and —” 

She grabbed my hands and pulled me inside. 

***

Synapse

“You don’t need to be so obvious,” Soma said. I closed my eyes and tried to reset myself. I took a deep breath before opening them again, taking in the scene. The curvy and doe-eyed blonde with the long long hair and huge tits (known to me only as “Tits”) was still staring in front of me in the tiny circle of light in the abandoned warehouse. Behind her was the four-poster bed I could only imagine would be the sight of plenty of erotic and dirty things should I ever get freed from the straps on this hospital bed tilted up so I could take in the scene. More importantly, the scene could take in me. Tits watched me and shifted her weight from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together, and Soma stood at her table and bank of computers where Gretchen —  her pet doctor —  would normally monitor my vitals or drug me as needed. 

But today it was just me, Tits, and Soma’s disappointment. 

“Besides,” Soma said as she brushed her long blue hair out of her eyes, “you couldn’t possibly handle a pussy right now.”

I sighed. Soma wanted me to focus on sensing just one body part at a time, but not to settle for just the impression of the body part, as I tended to do. She wanted me to understand each nerve ending and each pathway up to the brain and then each neuron and dendrite connection once there. Apparently when she said “any body part,” she didn’t mean Tits’s pussy. 

Also, when did Soma start calling them pussies? She’d been on earth maybe a few months? A few years? She didn’t grow up with our terms and especially not our slang. 

“Our people pick up language quickly,” she said. “When you can peel it from thoughts rather than spoken words, you get it twice as fast. And most humans call it a pussy in their mind. Not a vagina, which is anatomically incorrect most of the time. It’s a vulva, but they don’t call it that or the labia or even the clitoris. It’s a pussy in Bridget’s mind, and —” 

Tits’s name was Bridget? I much preferred Tits. 

“And it’s a pussy in your mind,” Soma finished. She smiled at me. “And I prefer Tits too.” 

“Huh?” Tits said, licking her lips. “Listen, are we gunna fuck or —” 

I felt something warm and wet run over Tits’s skin. Her mind was open to me, making it feel like something warm and wet — like a human tongue — was running over my skin. We both moaned as Soma’s mental touch went from our necks, to between our breasts, and down down down between our legs. 

“Let’s start again,” Soma said. “And pick some other part.” 

“Part of what?” Tits asked. There was a quaver in her voice. Maybe she knew if she talked again, Soma would shut her up in the same way. Maybe that’s exactly what she wanted to happen. 

“Any suggestions?” I asked. 

“Why not go for the obvious?” Soma asked. 

“That’s not too complex for me?” 

“Of course it is. If we wanted to start with what you were ready for, we could start with a knuckle. Or a fingernail. But neither of us have the patience for that do we?” Soma’s smile twisted into a predatory grin. Her voice changed as she fucked with my auditory senses and the skin on my neck, making it sound like she was right behind, like she was breathing warm and hot and wet on my ear. “We both want to get to the fun part.” 

I smiled and felt myself calm down. My nerves settled, and a faint tingling of anticipation spread over me. That wasn’t Soma’s doing — her manipulation always felt forced and foreign, even when she was being gentle. This was my body tuning in and warming up. 

“Tits,” I said. The curvy blonde looked up at me. “We’re going to have some fun.” 

Then I focused my energy on her large, dark nipples. 

***

Eidolon

Perla slammed the door behind us. “I’m sorry,” I said. “It doesn’t normally pass through things. I always felt I went around or skipped things entirely. Seriously, I —” 

Perla spun me and pinned me against the walls. I cried out as I realized this woman was much stronger than she looked. But worse than that, there was a manic look in her eye that I absolutely did not want to fuck around with. 

“Hey,” I said. “What are —” 

Perla broke my sentence with a kiss. It wasn’t gentle or earnest. Hell, it wasn’t even good. It was like a drowning woman looking for oxygen. The kind of drowning woman that’s dangerous, that is more likely to pull you under and take you with her than to use you to save herself. 

She pulled away, her dark eyes wide and her thick brows raised. “How did you do that?” she asked. 

“Do what?” 

She pressed in for the attack again, crushing her lips against mine. I tried to wiggle away from her, but then her hands were wrapped around my wrists, and — holy fuck — she was strong. Being a super doesn’t exactly make one any stronger than anyone else, but we get punched more than the average person and learn how to handle ourselves in a fight — even if that means escaping. But like I said, Perla was strong, and stepping through the Gray always took something out of my body. Eventually, I’d be no more than bones if I kept at the hero gig for too long. 

“Please,” I said through muffled and crushed lips. Perla was moaning into me, drowning out my pleas, but she didn’t sound sincere. I tried to kick at her, to spread her legs and weaken her stance, but I had nothing. I could always step through the Gray and get the hell out of here, but — 

“Do it again,” Perla pleaded. Now that desperation was believable. The moaning was forced, but the need was real, like she was faking an orgasm for me. 

“Do what?” I asked now that I was permitted to speak. 

She led my hand between her legs and pressed hard, grinding against my palm and whimpering while nothing happened to her dead nerves. “Please,” she whined. “Do it again. The Gray. Whatever it is. Please. Do it again.” 

She pressed harder on my hand, almost breaking my fingers against her pelvis bone. I cried out in pain, and my body took over. One second I was there — practically being raped by this beautiful Chilean woman — and then I was on the other side of the room. As I stepped out of the Gray and felt the gross sensation wash over me — like being covered in grease — I turned around in time to see Perla fall to her knees, moaning again. 

This time, I believed her moans. 

She pressed her fingers against her crotch and rubbed frantically. After a moment, she cried out and slammed her fists against the floor of the apartment. Tears started to roll down her face as she cried out. 

From beneath us, someone banged on their ceiling, telling us to shut-up. 

Perla crumpled to the ground, and I almost felt bad for her. If it weren’t for the fact that she almost raped me and was completely useless to me, I would feel bad for her. But every minute I didn’t know where the blue-haired woman was, I lost my lead over Aurora Flight. Io would catch up eventually, and then I’d have to help them take her down and save Synapse instead of … instead of … 

Well, honestly, I’d hadn’t gotten that far. 

All I knew was that the blue-haired woman had the power to fuck Kori like a cheap whore and make Kori fucking love being a cheap whore. She had the power to make Surya and Bastille practically destroy each other and a building with their wild fucking while every other villain we’d ever face couldn’t touch them. If she could do that, she could teach me how to bend Io over and make her beg. To drag Io into the Gray and leave her pussy there while her face was on the other side of reality, buried in my pussy. She could teach me how to crush people like she did, to make them cry and beg and whimper like pathetic little Perla, all dead inside and horny. 

Like Perla … 

“How did you do that?” Perla asked. She was crawling to me across the apartment. “Please, I have to know. Show me. Please.” 

Just. Like. Perla. 

“And what do I get out of it?” I stood straighter. Perla was stronger than me, but so was everyone, really. That didn’t fucking matter. None of them could do what I did. 

“What?” Perla stopped in her tracks. I smirked. “What do —” 

“You can’t just pin someone against a wall and grind against their hand, Perla,” I said, clicking my tongue in disapproval. “That’s rape.” 

Perla’s mouth dropped open. “I just … I …” She shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t mean to —” 

“I’ll have to call the police,” I said, taking out my phone. “And I can’t imagine the clinic would tolerate a sex-offender working in their building.” 

Perla bolted towards me on all four as the power flipped in the room. I stepped through the Gray, ignoring the emptiness and flood of depression that surged through me. The world was colorless and grimm, but it didn’t bother me as much this time. I had something to look forward to.

I stepped out from the other side of the room. My phone was out, and I held it out so Perla could see the screen. 911 was dialed. All I had to do was press ‘call.’ 

“Please,” she said. 

“You say that a lot.” 

“I’ll do anything.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

“I just haven’t been able to … ever since …” 

“I know,” I said. “But that doesn’t excuse your behavior, does it?” 

Perla opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it. She licked her lips, and though her eyes darted around the room, they always came back to the phone in my hand. She couldn’t catch me if she wanted, and besides, apparently I had something she wanted bad enough to almost rape me. She was helpless, but sometimes it takes a while for that thought to settle in. At first, the brain panics and will claw at anything to escape, but once that fails, an animal will settle into subservience and submission. A dog may snarl and bite, but once it knows who its master is, it will bow its head. 

Just like Perla did now. 

“Please. Anything,” Perla said. Her voice was calmer and lower, letting some of that delicious sultry thickness return to it. 

“Take your clothes off,” I commanded before I could even figure out why I wanted it to happen. She was beautiful, but a moment ago I wanted to get out of here, to get back to work. But now I think there was something valuable, something fun. Perla was more than a sexy diversion. 

She was practice. 

***

Synapse

It was harder than it looked. Even phantom sensations like Soma’s psychic tongue running over my body felt impossible to duplicate. 

“Don’t obsess over the nipple,” Soma said for the thirteenth time. “Focus on the strings leading it back to the mind. Pull on them like a puppeteer.” 

“I know,” I sighed. “It’s just —” 

“Just what?” Soma snapped. “Children on Neoros can do this.” 

“I …” I let the excuse die on my lips. I could feel Tits’s brain feeling her nipple. I could hijack that feeling and share it with her. But making her brain feel something that had no stimulus felt like making a windmill spin without a breeze. I understood that if I found the right part of the body that decoded stimulus from the nipple, I could try to reverse engineer the sensation. But it’s not like there’s a nipple part of the brain or even a nipple neuron. It was all clusters. It was like trying to find the right piece of corn from the cob while only able to grab the whole cob. It was all tangled and connected. 

“Watch,” Soma said. She stepped from behind her bank of computers and approached Tits. “Look at her brain, not her body. And don’t hijack. You’re directing, not spectating.” Without warning, Soma bent down and licked Tits’s large nipple. The thick blonde moaned, and I stared through her, my vision shifting to almost an MRI readout of her body and brain activity. The pathway connecting the brain and the nerve endings on the nipple shined bright and then faded to nothing. 

Tits moaned as Soma pulled her lips and tongue away from the hard nipple. “Memorize the path,” Soma said. Before I could say anything back, she returned to Tits’s nipple, licking gently and teasing it with slow flicks. Tits arched her back, but I focused on her mind and nerve endings. I stared at the pathway that looked like a lightning bolt going from the nipple to the brain and flickering with each tease of Soma’s tongue. 

I didn’t know how long this went on. I lost track of time as Soma took me on a tour of Tits’s body and brain. She teased one nipple and then the other. She teased both at the same time. She twisted the nipples and mingled in pain. She showed me the difference between the fingers and the tongue — the difference between wet and not. She showed me hot wax and an ice cube. Different parts lit up but some parts stayed the same, and slowly — it felt impossibly slow — I started to understand how the nipple worked in relation to the brain. 

Tits begged us to stop, but we both ignored her. I sunk into a surreal level of focus — flow — as I memorized lightning bolts in the body, understanding how it worked and how the mind controlled it. The mind didn’t just respond to reality, to the human trapped in that mind, it dictated reality. It didn’t matter if someone was actually touching Soma’s nipple. With the right push, I could touch her nipple with nothing but my mind. I could run an ice cube over it. I could drop hot wax over it. I could suckle it. I could bite it. I could hook it up to a battery and send volt after volt of electricity through it. It wouldn’t be real, but Tits’s brain wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. And if her brain couldn’t tell the difference, neither could she. 

“Push,” Soma commanded again. That was what she called it. When we picked up on their sensations and shared it with our victim — what I’d thought of as hijacking — she called that Pulling. Push to create a sensation. Pull to experience a sensation. I focused and pushed on Tits’s mind, letting her mind feel my tongue over her nipple. It was wet and thick, heavy and warm. Tits collapsed onto the table Maggie had once been strapped to. She whimpered but she didn't beg us to stop. I could already read that she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to cum, but that wasn’t the same thing. 

“Again,” Soma commanded. “Switch it.” 

I obeyed, adding a mental icecube to Tits’s nipple. She arched her back and cried out. I wondered if I could pull the sensation and feel it myself, if I could fuck a victim and fuck myself all at the same time. 

“No,” Soma said, severing my connection with Tits. “The feedback would be terrible and probably leave you both in a coma.” 

“Couldn’t I just cut it off before —” 

“Maybe, but I doubt you would. I doubt even I would. It would feed itself and suck you into that desire.” 

“Oh.” 

“And worse, you could lose touch with reality,” Soma said. She stepped out of the ring of light in the warehouse. When she returned, she was holding a fresh apple. She took a huge bite out of it and talked while she chewed. “One thing you must never forget is that it's a trick. That’s the power we have over our prey.” 

Soma always thought of them as prey when I thought of them as victims. 

“They think the sensations are real, and they will bend to them. We can make them dependent or addicted to a phantom touch. That’s our power over them, with a stray thought we can give them the sexual sensation that will grant us hours of obedience. But if we were to participate in our own game, we would lose track of what was real. It would be the beginning of insanity.” 

Soma walked over to me and offered me the apple. I lifted my head off the hospital table and took a bite. It was fresh and clean, and I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Nor how dry my mouth was. I closed my eyes and savored the crisp tartness while Soma went and offered a bite to a sweaty and exhausted Tits. The dumb blonde was muttering about touching herself, but she took a bite of the apple anyways. 

Then I felt Soma’s strange touch in my mind. I tasted apple in my mouth again, felt my mouth water with saliva, felt my throat contract to swallow, and even felt some of my hunger curb and abate. 

“You can’t live off imaginary apples,” Soma said. “And it wouldn’t take long for your mind to confuse real apples with fake ones.” My eyes widened as I realized what she meant. Soma took another large bite from the apple and shook her head. “Enough of that.” She pointed to Tits, still sprawled and desperate to be played with on the table. “You can Push. Good. Now I need you to Link.” 

“Link?” 

Soma spat out an apple seed, then smiled. “This is where we learn about control.” 

***

Eidolon

I gave Perla the basics of what I knew about the blue-haired woman while she stripped for me. She didn’t do it sexily, though I wished I’d ordered her to do it that way. She was beautiful. Like a lingerie model. And a fucking doctor. Some women have all the luck with bountiful tits and flat stomachs and perfect hips for g-strings to hug. They aren’t all twigs and skeletons like me. 

But then again, they didn’t have the Gray like me. 

It was a curse and a gift. For a while, I thought stepping through the shadows was the gift. But Perla was helping me realize the other side. Cursing others with it could be my gift. It would be my perfect present wrapped up for Io when all this was over. 

“So we need to find her,” Perla said. She tried to keep her voice calm and professional, but I knew she was still afraid and horny all at once. Honestly, it was pathetic. But it made me smile. It reminded me of Kori. But now I wasn’t hiding in the shadows. Now I was the blue-haired woman. Perla hated me and wanted me and feared me and needed me all at once. 

That was power. 

“She can cure me?” Perla asked. 

“Yes,” I lied. The blue-haired woman was probably capable of curing Perla. But I doubted she had any intention of ever doing so. 

“But in the meantime,” I said. I stepped into the Gray and stepped out of Perla’s shadow. Her skin was dark brown and flawless. I ran my hand over her shoulder, and the woman tightened and shivered. “I think I know how to help you.” 

“You do?” 

“Do you know what I do?” I asked. 

Perla shook her head. I ran my fingertips down her arms. “I slide between matter.” My fingertips went down down down. Over the tight and flat tummy of this flawless but broken woman. “Right between those nerve endings that she numbed.” Right down the waxed and smooth area above her pussy. Perla’s body was tight with anticipation, and she gripped my forearms. Not to stop me, but to brace herself. “And into the Gray.” 

I sent my hand — just my hand — into the Gray as it slid through Perla’s pussy. 

My first real victim moaned as I entered her. 

***

Synapse

“Link fingertips to nipples, and they’ll touch everything,” Soma said. “Not just themselves, but what if you want them to touch someone else. To hurt someone else?” 

I watched as Tits touched the table and moaned as her whole body lit up with pleasure. 

“Of course, what if I Linked fingertips to something better?” Soma asked. “What about fingertips to clit? What would someone do for you if the simplest obedience was reinforced with orgasm?” Soma licked her lips. “What if there was no other way for them to find that release?” 

***

Eidolon

Perla pressed back against me. Her whole body went tight with pleasure as I found the spot Perla thought was taken away. She thought it was gone forever, but I found it. 

And now she owed me. 

Now she would do anything for me to have it again. 

I had her soul in my hands. 

If she thought she needed to rape me to have it, what would she do now for me? 

First I had to show her how good it could be. 

How badly she wanted it. 

Then I had to take it away. 

***

Synapse

“Crack this vault,” Soma said. “And get pleasure. Every time you get one number right, you’ll cum. Get inside, and I’ll show how much pleasure the human body can feel. What’s the saying?” she said with a rueful smile. “Ah yes. I’ll turn it up to eleven.” 

“What?” Tits asked as she writhed on the table. She as running her hands over the edge of it, grinding her hips into the air and fucking absolutely nothing as pleasure surged through her. She was breathless and covered in sweat. 

“Do you understand, Koritsu?” 

“I do,” I said. “That’s how you controlled Hauzer.” 

“And Gretchen and Lin and Maggie and little old Tits right here soon. Human behavior is driven by desire and reinforced with pleasure. They’re all little addicts, and I just need them addicted to obeying me. It’s that simple.” 

“Addicted to cracking vaults,” I said. It made perfect sense. She didn’t need to force anyone. She was a dam, an aqueduct, a sophisticated irrigation system of human desire. She just directed the flow and let the river do the rest. 

“Taking hostages,” Soma added.

“Getting you money.” 

“Power.” 

“Resources.” 

“Yes,” Soma said. “Or it can be as simple as making obedience simply the sweetest thing in the galaxy. Then you can have anything you want from them. But first,” Soma snapped her fingers, and Tits sat up, looking dazed and confused. “Make sure you are the only source of their pleasure.” 

***

Eidolon

“No, please,” Perla whined. “Don’t stop. Don’t go.” 

My hand was out of the Gray and out of Perla. “What do I get out of this?” I asked. 

“I can,” Perla flipped around, “do whatever you want. Whatever you need.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “You need help finding the blue-haired woman? Gretchen? I can do that.” 

I arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “How? You couldn’t even remember her.” I shook my head. “You’re useless to me.” I started to stand up, but Perla’s strong arms grabbed my shoulders and held me down on the floor.

“No!” The same desperation was in her eyes. “I can help. I can —” 

“We both know I can step out of your hands,” I said. “You can’t keep me here.” 

“Let me …” Perla looked around the apartment. She licked her lips, as she tried desperately to figure out what I wanted. She barely knew me. I was a stranger with a strange power, but she needed me. That was a new power for me, and it was intoxicating. It felt like the opposite of the Gray. Where stepping into shadows took all color, light, and meaning from life, this power made everything brighter. My body thrummed with blood and lust and vitality. I felt strong. Stronger than Bastille or Surya. Not just stronger, but better. Better than each member of Aurora Flight, and especially Io. She’d chased approval and popularity, but here it was, knocking on my door, looking for any way to please me. 

Perla’s eyes locked on my jean jacket and white shirt. “I can serve you,” she said. “I know how.” She frantically tried to peel off my shirt. “Please. Let me. Let me.” 

I stepped into the Gray and appeared on the other side of the room. Perla was crumpled on the floor, naked and pathetic looking. I loved it. All those muscles. All that beauty. All those brains. And yet she was bent and broken in front of me. She was nothing.

“Not like that,” I said. I curled a finger. “I want you to beg.” Perla looked at me, and though she understood that I was going to humiliate her, that I was going to fuck her on my terms, that I was going to dominate and break her, there was a look of relief that spread over her. I was going to give her what she needed, and that was all that mattered. She’d sink low if it meant she would get my phantom touch. 

“And crawl,” I added. 

Perla bit her lip and nodded. 

***

Synapse

Tits had gone insane. She writhed on the table and ran her hand between her legs. She howled when she felt nothing there. I Pulled on the sensation. Every pleasure center in her body had gone numb and dead. Tits knew something was touching her pussy, but it brought no pleasure. It brought nothing at all. 

“Please,” she begged. “Please please please.” 

“And now I own them,” Soma said. She had stepped next to me and my hospital bed. We both watched in amazement as Tits howled at no one in particular. She wasn’t even begging us for relief, but rather some unknown and uncaring god. 

“How do you do that?” 

“A block is easy. Blocking everything is difficult, but I can teach you with practice.” 

“Practice?” 

“A few dozen numb humans, and I think you’ll be able to do it reliably. We’ll want you to do it quickly before you’re ready.” 

“Ready for what?” 

Soma put her head on my shoulder. It was bizarre and maternal all at once. Gretchen had been the only one to show me any intimacy since I arrived at the warehouse. Getting it from Soma felt wrong, but not because it was incorrect. It was like a shirt that was too large to fit, but it was my shirt. She understood my body, my powers, my past more than anyone else on the planet. She should have been my friend and mentor this entire time. Imagine all the good I could have done if I could have made villains numb with a press of my mind. 

“You’ll have to be quick to Block someone if they want to attack you.” 

I imagined bank robbers unable to make their fingers pull triggers. I’d have to be very fast indeed. 

“Not for them, Koritsu.” Soma sighed. “For your friends.” 

“What?” 

Soma shook her head. “For another time.” Soma pointed to Tits. “She’s ready.” 

“Ready for what?” 

“Whatever you want.”

“But I — I don’t —” I was thinking of my friends. I wasn’t going to do this to them. I thought of Kori and Eidolon. I’d never do something as terrible as this to them. Not in a million —

“You want it back?” Soma asked. 

“Please,” Tits said. She had crumbled to the floor. Her mascara and eyeliner were running down her face as she cried. “Anything.” 

Soma pat my thigh. “Eat her out. You cum when she does.” 

I looked to Soma, but she was ignoring me, focusing on our victim. 

A deranged smile appeared on Tits’s face. She rushed across the room, but Soma held up a hand. “No. Not like that.” She pointed back to the table and Tits sulked back to it, looking confused. 

Soma curled a finger. “Now this time, crawl.”

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Breaking Aurora Flight Chapter 7: Polyphagia

By Trixie Adara

Eidolon

We had a lead. 

Or rather, I had a lead. Io and the rest of her bimbos-for-hire didn’t have a fucking clue what they were looking for. If Kori knew what the blue-haired woman looked like, she hadn’t said anything. No one else had seen her. Surya and Bastille had been too busy fucking their brains out and Io … 

Well Io was keeping things close to the chest. 

That’s fine. This wouldn’t be our first cat-and-mouse game. Layers upon layers and wheels upon wheels with us. She thought I was gangly and weird as the Gray slowly left me frail and gaunt. I thought she was an egomaniac and raging bitch. We found a way to work together without the press knowing how much we hated each other. And I kept up a passing facade of scorn without letting her know how badly I wanted to fuck her. How badly I wanted her to look up at me from between my legs with my juices coating her chin so I could slap her as hard as possible. Maybe even slap her through the Gray, slap the goddamn-fucking soul out of her. 

So her not knowing that I was spying on her was just a new layer to an old game. 

She had spent days pouring over security-camera footage all over the city. She was jacked in to almost every police scanner and reporting hotline one could fathom. She had essentially become a human version of the internet, but she didn’t know what she was looking for. She didn’t know when she was stumbling over the exact thing she needed to save Synapse. 

The blue-haired woman. 

It was the same unnatural cobalt blue hair that Synapse had. She told me once that she was born that way, but everyone thought she dyed it obsessively. It was too bright to be dyed, and her roots never showed. It was like the kind of blue that some poisonous rain-forest frog would have. 

Danger, it said. 

Find me, it said. 

That’s what I did. The blue-haired woman appeared in the city a few months ago. Apparently, she made quite the initial splash. The first sign of her was walking into a clinic, naked and glorious in her bare form. She was cut and bruised in several places, and while she did receive medical treatment, it wasn’t long until the entire clinic was in a full blown orgy. 

Sound familiar? 

Whatever mental powers she had, they were either sex-centric or she was just one kinky and fucked up villainess (I could relate). But this was just step one. Finding her once just proved to me that she was real, that the time in the bunker wasn’t some twisted sexual fantasy we all had together. I mean, the bruises made it clear that things were real, but some of it was so good and so dark. The kind of shit you dream about (splitting Io in half with some freakishly sized dildo while she cries out your name and thanks you with each thrust). 

For a few days, I kept in the shadows — in the Gray — behind Io’s computer bank to see if I caught any more glimpses of the blue-haired woman. There were a few of her walking the streets in her leather jacket and tight black pants, but nothing concrete. No pattern. I couldn’t very well tell Io to focus on her without giving away what I knew — and what I wanted. That meant I had to hit the streets and find her myself. It meant I had to follow-up my lead. 

It meant I was going to the clinic. 

Synapse

Maggie and Lin were only the start. The amuse-bouche. I lost track of time quickly. Soma mentioned that Gretchen would get me back in “training condition” quickly, but I didn’t know if that was a bluff or not. That was most of Soma’s game. I never got a grip on reality. Gretchen would mention casually that it was a beautiful Tuesday, but after they knocked me out, the next time Gretchen would be whining that no one loves Mondays. The warehouse was dark, and I never had enough light to see outside of the tiny ring of light shining on Gretchen’s workspace, the table where Maggie was strapped down, and the beautiful bed Soma seemed to be eternally teasing me with. 

The bed was a promise. 

The bed was a threat. 

The bed was a reward. 

The bed was the end. 

But after Maggie and Lin, there was a revolving door of nameless women. Supple lipstick lesbians. Beautiful transgender women. Non-binary dommes like cruel fairies. Boss girls in suits that cost more than I make in a year stripping down to harnesses and chastity belts. Dommes that reminded me of my mother — all apple pie and scripture until they had a paddle in their hands. Subs that looked like butch powerhouses until they revealed a body riddled with piercings. 

I felt each piercing in my own skin. 

The extra sensitivity. 

The extra pain. 

The extra pleasure. 

All work. All play. All Synapse. 

Each time Gretchen drugged me so I couldn’t control my power. Only Soma was obscured from me, and from the look on her face during our sessions, I knew she was playing with me. She amplified certain sensations and dulled others. She dropped my fear until I smiled like a bimbo while I watched one woman rip the clothes off her sub and bend her over before spanking her repeatedly in the same spot. The bright red lines turned purple but the domme didn’t stop. The sub cried hot tears down our cheeks but begged the domme to keep going while I smiled like a moron, happily accepting the cane against my own thighs through the puppet of the sub. 

Puppet. 

I hated the word. It was Soma’s term, not mine. That when I hijacked someone’s senses, they were a puppet, not a victim. It was all the same to me, but I found myself adapting the language Soma used. It wasn’t like she called the subs deserving sluts that had it coming to them. She said they were puppets that begged to be puppets, and watching the women eagerly come in and submit themselves — being in their bodies as their lust swelled when they lost control —  I knew they wanted it. Puppets was as good a word as anything else, though I wasn’t controlling them. I knew Soma had her ways to do that, but I couldn’t manage it. 

Yet.

The thought terrified me. I knew it was a slippery slope. I’d start accepting Soma’s terminology for my powers, and then I’d — I don’t know. Become her? Is that where this was going? I can’t deny that part of me was curious. Not the part that wanted to subject other women and use them as sexual puppets. Not that I had any part of me that wanted to do that. But it was the adopted child in me — the orphan in me. She knew my powers. She knew my life. She knew parts of my body and abilities that I could never explain. And more than that, she could make me stronger. What if I didn’t just need to calm down hostages or give a body count of villains before we stormed a building? What if I could actually take a bad guy down? What if I could actually take Soma down? Imagine all the good if I could use my powers to convince bad girls to surrender? I could make them want to put their weapons down and walk out with their hands up. Bastille and Surya had to blast through all their problems. What if I could do it without all the collateral damage and risk? 

Peace in our time. Peace in our freaking time. 

All work and no play. 

“Good morning,” Soma said as her heavy boots clomped over the hard warehouse floor. I wasn’t given much time for self-reflection, and as soon as Soma showed up, I had to put up as many shields as I could. More than likely she could cut through them all, but I — 

“I can,” Soma said, sounding bored. I rolled my eyes. Reacting to my thoughts was a cute game but it was little more than parlor tricks. There are surface thoughts that you can barely hide with your face, and then there are the true intentions. She almost never touched them, unless she was letting me get confident so she could read my deep plans like a trashy romance novel. 

Soma looked up at me with an arched eyebrow and smirked. 

Crap. 

She chuckled to herself and took a careful sip from a steaming mug of something. She walked past me to Gretchen’s station and began messing with whatever cocktail of nonsense they were going to drug me with today. 

“No drugs,” Soma said. “I just want you to focus.” 

“Without drugs?” 

Soma sighed. “I have so much to teach you.” 

“Assuming I trust anything you have to offer.” 

Soma looked straight at me while she took a sip. There was always such an odd aggression in her looks. I knew it was superfluous. She was always probing my mind. Mentally, she was right next to me, breathing her hot breath down my neck, hovering over my ears. But when she looked at me, it was as though she stepped even closer, as though I could feel her fingers running over the grooves of my mind. I knew I was powerless to stop her. She could drug me. She could knock me out. She could kill me. But this wasn’t going to stop until she had her way or I escaped. 

And I’d already blown my chance to run so many times. 

After each session, Soma offered me the same choice: cum or run. She’d free my limbs, and though I was turned on and sweating and feeling like I’d been beaten or covered in scalding wax or submerged in ice or whatever kinky play she came up with, I could run. But each time I chose to cum. It felt like no real choice in the moment. Each time my body knew that if it didn’t cum, it would explode. I had to take the deal. 

And I never had time to mope like I did in high school or when I joined Aurora Flight. I couldn’t lie in the dark about what an awful person I was for trading freedom for an orgasm. Instead, Gretchen or Soma rushed in with blissful darkness until I woke up for another session. 

In fact, today was the most mental free-space Soma had given me since the beginning. 

“That’s right,” Soma said. “It’s time to decide what you want out of this experience.” 

“To go,” I said. 

Soma shook her head. “You’ve made it clear you didn’t want that time and time again.” Soma reached out, and I felt the switch in my body. All at once, the air over my bare pussy was like the roughest and sexiest touch of a lover. I ground my hips against the hospital table, closed my eyes, and gasped as my whole body turned on. 

Soma laughed, and like that, the pleasure was gone. My pussy was as numb as though she’d stabbed it with a needle full of novocaine. 

“Tell yourself whatever you want, but you’ll never lie to me,” Soma said. “It isn’t the incredible sex that keeps you here, though I could hardly blame you if it was.” She put down her mug and stepped closer to me. She wore no shirt or bra beneath her leather jacket. It was unzipped, but her breasts were hidden. Only an extravagant display of sideboob drew my eye down to her tight stomach and navel. 

“It’s the power I have to offer,” Soma said. She ran her fingers down the bare skin exposed by her jacket. She knew I was staring at it. She knew everything. 

“So if you want power, it’s time to start training. You have much to learn.” 

“You want to make me your apprentice?” 

Soma laughed. “You’d be so lucky, but no. Our people don’t share glory. If I ever felt you were close to my ability, I’d kill you in a second.” 

“Then why not kill me? Why not —” 

“I was sent to find Koritsu and discover why she hasn’t conquered this horrible rock. Now that I’ve found you, I’m going to send you back on your path and find my own species to rule.” 

A sudden sadness seized me. My whole life, I’d been alone. Not just a super with a lame power — there were tons of B and C list supers —  but I was alone in my faith, alone in my house, alone in — 

“Not alone,” Soma said. “You had Faith and Carly. It isn’t my fault you missed the chance to —” 

“Faith is my sister. She —” 

“Adopted sister,” Soma hissed. “And even if she was blood, she could have been yours. She could have —” 

“No.” I closed my eyes, but that has never kept Soma out. 

“Oh, Koritsu.” A warmth graced my cheek. It wasn’t the sensation of warmth, but genuine touch on my cheek. I opened my eyes, and Soma was holding my face, smiling warmly at me. “Take the power I have to offer,” she said, “and you won’t miss another opportunity like that again. You’ll never lack for whatever you want. That is what it means to be one of us.” 

“I — I —” I shook my head. “I don’t know how.” I didn’t just mean that I didn’t know how to be her. I meant I didn’t know how to take power. I didn’t know how to figure out what I wanted. I didn’t know how — 

“Let me teach you.” Soma kissed my forehead gently like a gentle lover.

I nodded before I could think better of it. It wasn’t like thinking had done me any good so far. 

***

Eidolon

No one at the clinic remembered the blue-haired woman. I didn’t find that exactly shocking considering her mental abilities. A little forced amnesia was nothing fancy. I did my best and went there anyway, asking questions. I asked if I could look over their records and security footage. I name dropped as many supers as I could think of — most of whom I’d never met. But legally, they couldn’t show me records without a warrant, and I’d seen most of their security footage through Io’s screens. It seemed the blue-haired woman had destroyed most traces of her visitation. 

I was just finishing up with Perla, a beautiful Chilean woman with a thick accent and dark features I thought rivaled even Io. Her dark brown skin was smooth and flawless, and her midnight-black hair was up in a ponytail. With her thick cat-eyed glasses and bright red lipstick, she looked young and flirty, but her pantsuit under the white jacket gave her an overwhelming air of professionalism. 

“Thank you, Perla,” I said.

“Absolutely,” she said. Goddess, her accent was divine. “Anything I can do to help the investigation.” 

“Uh, right.” I don’t know if people can see it when I blush. On one hand, my skin is pale, but on the other hand, all color was leaving my body. I wondered if it was just a darker shade of gray to her. 

“Are you sure you don’t remember an incident with a strange woman with blue hair?” I sighed. Perla didn’t know anything. No one knew anything. This was another dead end. “It would have been about seven months ago.” 

Perla bit her lip, and it drove me wild. Seriously, if I wasn’t dedicated to breaking Io’s body and spirit, Perla would have been a great distraction from my sexless life. But right now I was putting my hopes in the blue-haired woman. Maybe she would just pin me to a wall again with light, but maybe she … maybe she … I don’t know. I had to find her, but I still didn’t know what I would do if I succeeded. There was no way in hell I’d hand her over to Aurora Flight or the authorities. On my best days, I could convince myself it was all to save Synapse. But at night I dreamed of seeing Io fucked and broken like Kori. Which one did I want from the strange super? Why not both? 

“No, nothing,” Perla said with a shake of her head, letting her hair dance back and forth in waves. “Sorry.” 

“Anything from seven months ago?” I took out my phone. I had a few other spots where I could check out before heading back to the Borealis, but I wasn’t feeling optimistic. “Any lapses in memory or blank spaces in a day?”

Perla opened her mouth to speak but then stopped. She held up a finger. “Seven months ago, you say?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Is this about Gretchen?” 

I lower my phone. “Who?” 

“Gretchen Stackhausen. She was a doctor that used to work here. But about seven months ago she disappeared. Didn’t quit or anything. She just …” Perla looked down at her lap. 

“Disappeared?” I finished. 

Perla nodded without looking up at me. I let the silence build for an adequate time to signal sympathy while I started googling Gretchen Stackhausen. I didn’t see any police report, but Perla was right. She worked here for a few years, but then she stopped. There was no announcement. Her social media pages were dark. It was like she walked off the planet and absolutely no one missed her. 

Jackpot. 

“Thanks,” I said, standing up. I was already reaching out to some contacts trying to find the last known address of the good doctor. “That’s all I need.” I turned to walk out of the room when I felt a hand on my elbow. I paused and turned to see Perla with a strange look of pain and desperation on her face. 

“That’s not all,” she said. 

“There’s more about Gretchen?” I asked, looking up from my phone. 

Perla bit her lip again and shook her head. “About seven months ago …” She blushed and shook her head, looking away from me. 

Oh god, I thought. Fucking jackpot. 

***

Synapse

“There are eighty-six billion neurons in the average human brain,” Soma said as she paced around me. A young blonde woman stood in front of me, naked. A moment ago, she looked bored, but when I reached out, the lust was oozing from her. She shifted her weight from side to side, rubbing her thighs together. Her heavy breasts swayed slightly when she did it. 

Soma never told me her name. That was new. 

“That’s something they have on other species I’ve conquered.” My new trainer — Mistress — paced around me while she talked. But it didn’t matter, anyone who would look away from this blonde with her straight hair down to her butt and thighs thick like … I dunno. Her curves deny metaphors, but I would have killed for her hips. Sometimes Kori took the form of these curvier women, and those were always the hardest days to stay pure. A photo-shopped Insta-barby was easy to ignore. But someone like this — someone that was so much woman — was the kind of body that drove me to temptation time and time again. 

Bodies like Faith. 

Bodies like Carly. 

“More neurons mean more connections. It means there are shortcuts. It means there are all sorts of ways to flow from one thing to another. You can use a fingertip to trigger a memory to make someone horny. Or a smell can send someone into a depressive spiral.” 

“Sounds like an instrument with eighty-six billion strings,” the nameless blonde said. 

Soma chuckled. “More than that. Add the seven trillion nerve endings to that equation and you get one of the most complex instruments I’ve ever played. It took me months to find the right way to make you all tick.” 

“Only months?” the blonde said. 

“I found a shortcut,” Soma said. 

“Sex,” I said. 

“Sex,” Soma agreed. “It’s one of the most complex parts of the body concerning nerve endings, but when it comes to the brain, the whole thing lights up when you’re turned on. More than that, the most dangerous parts shut down.” 

“Critical thinking,” I said. 

“Cost analysis,” she added. 

“Long-term risk assessment.” 

“Even pain receptors.” Soma ran a finger over my shoulder. I watched her in the blonde’s eyes. The curvy girl hadn’t taken her eyes off Soma since she’d been brought in. I should be embarrassed that she ignored a perfectly nude me strapped to a table, but I couldn't blame her for her tastes. Soma was in a different category. She still preferred leather, but I’d noticed it was less of a BDSM or biker leather and more of a Parisian supermodel kind of leather. She looked like someone Kori would pretend to be. 

“It takes practice to do what I do,” Soma said. “And to practice, it takes a certain lack of scruples.” 

“You mean morals.” 

“Morals on Earth are nothing like morals back home.” 

“Because we conquer worlds,” I said sarcastically. 

“Exactly,” Soma said. 

“You what?” The blonde asked, but Soma kept talking, ignoring her. I felt the spike of anxiety in her suppressed by a tidal wave of lust. The poor girl was caught up in the scene: me strapped to a table and naked while a beautiful woman in leather paced around me and lectured. She was waiting for the cameras to turn on for the high-budget Sci-Fi porno she was about to be a part of. 

“You wanted this,” Soma reminded me. “You asked for it.” 

I open my mouth to protest, but there was no point. I couldn’t lie to her. Heck, I couldn’t even lie to myself in my mind. Yes, I wanted to know how she did what she does. I wanted that power. There was a lot I could do — a lot I could prove — with the power she was offering me. 

“But it was more than that,” Soma said. She was behind me, whispering in my ear with her thick and hot breath, but she had done some trick of feedback input. Her words rang in my ears as I heard myself hearing them and heard them through the blonde girl’s ears hearing them. I might have even heard them in Soma’s ears, but all I knew was that they looped and hissed in my mind until they weren’t just my auditory nerves picking up a sensation. They were something deeper, something rattling around in my mind like it was my own thought. 

“Nice trick,” I said. 

“Poor deflection,” she countered. She was right. 

My mind was an open book, so rather than fight it, I closed my eyes and let her read each chapter. Even with my eyes shut, my mind was still envisioning the blonde. I couldn’t ignore her now, just like I couldn’t ignore the temptation of cumming rather than escaping. There was something in my bones — in my DNA — that called me to her. My whole life I thought I was gay and tried to fight that, but Soma said I was something else. 

“Omnisexual,” the woman whispered. Again, the words echoed in my mind. 

“But that’s not …” 

“No,” Soma said. “That’s not all.” She pointed to the blonde in front of me, her long and strong arm extended past my field of vision looking almost like my own arm for a moment. “What does your body tell you to do to her?” 

I didn’t argue with the question. I knew what she meant as soon as she asked it. It wasn’t what my mind wanted. It wasn’t my sexual preferences or my desires. It wasn’t lust or decades of a culture over-saturated with sex and female oppression. It was something more, something deeper. Good God, it was like an ocean deep inside of me, deeper than blood. 

“It wants me to hurt her,” I said, blushing as the words came out of my mouth. 

The naked blonde had a spike of fear as soon as she heard me, but Soma didn’t suppress it with lust. She let me feel the woman’s fear spreading out like a black fog from her. It should have distressed me. I was an empath. I spent my life getting rid of people’s fear, calming them down. 

But I didn’t want her fear to go away now. 

I wanted to devour it. 

I felt the hunger between my legs, but it was stronger than that. It was in the back of my mind, at the base of my neck. It was like knowing I needed water and food to survive, knowing that you needed to sleep — no, knowing how to go to sleep. My body just knew. 

“We’re conquerors,” Soma said. “There’s no way to fight it.” 

“But —” 

“They’ve tried to break you with their customs and traditions, with their faith.” She hissed the last word, and let it echo in my mind. Shivers went down my spine, but it wasn’t enough to dislodge the burning hunger inside me. 

“Why do you think you’ve been attracted to power?” Soma asked. “All those supers you surround yourself with. You don’t want to join them. They’re just tools for doing what you’ve always been designed to do.” 

“Puppets,” I said. My mouth was dry. I knew she was unlocking the secrets of my past, of every shameful desire I’ve tried to burn away. But I couldn’t focus on that right now. In front of me, the blonde —I kept calling her Tits in my mind — stood nervous and scared. Horny, nervous, and scared. I wanted to devour her. No. I wanted to break her. To conquer her. I’d seen so many dommes and subs play out their little game in front of me. That was all roleplay. They had safewords and boundaries. They had to stop, had to respect each other. 

“Conquerors don’t respect their prey,” Soma said. 

“No,” I said. I knew it was wrong. It was all wrong. My whole life was wrong. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be begging to cum rather than escaping. I shouldn’t be submitting to a psychopath that wanted to conquer the planet. I shouldn’t believe a word she said. I should be saving the world. I should be home in my bed. God, I had barely even prayed since I was captured. I was doing it all wrong. 

“Because you’ve been doing it their way,” Soma said. “Time to stop pretending to be prey.” 

“Can I go?” Tits asked. Her voice cracked, and it broke something in me. She was so weak. Her fear was like perfume, like sex, like searing steak. I wanted to break her for her weakness, to punish her for being so pathetic. Couldn’t she just lean into her lust and arousal like the rest of us? Couldn’t she just shut up and play her role?

Where was all this anger coming from? 

“Don’t fight it,” Soma said. “It’s your destiny.” 

“I don’t believe in destiny,” I said. 

“Then prove me wrong.” Soma stepped away from me and walked behind Tits. She ran her fingertips over the curvy blonde’s bare skin. The woman shivered, and the mixture of arousal and fear pouring off her made me lick my lips. “Do whatever you want with her,” Soma said. “DNA be damned.” 

“Whatever I want?” 

Soma smirked. “You don’t know where to start, do you?” 

I smiled, and it felt wrong, like stretching a muscle long atrophied. But it was right somehow, it was my face — my true face. “Eighty-six billion neurons.” 

Soma’s smile spread. “Then let’s start with a few of my favorites.” 

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Breaking Aurora Flight Chapter 6: Nociception

By Trixie Adara

Synapse

Soma’s laughter anchored me. 

It was the one thing I knew I was hearing. 

The thing I was hearing. 

Everything else was an ocean of sensations. I heard Maggie’s moans but from Gretchen’s ears. I felt the leather crop in Lin’s hand. I felt the pain blossoming over Maggie’s skin. I felt Gretchen’s burning curiosity. I felt the sweat rolling down Maggie’s neck. I felt the dampness between Lin’s legs. I felt the lust pulsing between all three of them. It was the air they breathed, more ubiquitous than the staccato slamming of their hearts against their chests. But the layers were overwhelming. Maggie cried out in pain and delight, but I heard it in Lin’s ears, in Gretchen’s ears, in Maggie’s ears, in my ears. It wasn’t happening all at once, but each sensation was staggered like an echo, interrupted by the next sense. There was too much input, too much noise. 

But Soma’s laughter was in my ear, just for me. I held onto it as well as one holds onto a single drop of water in the ocean, but I had to try to keep a sense of myself. I had to know where I was in all these sensations. Otherwise I would drown and lose myself. If I didn’t keep my control, I’d no longer be Synapse or Molly or whatever the hell Soma thought I was. I’d be lost in Maggie’s body or Lin’s hunger or Gretchen’s aching lust. 

Gretchen wanted to play. All work and no play makes Gretchen a dull girl. That’s what Harold, her former fiance used to say to her. He meant it was a joke until it was a dagger twisting in her back. He wanted a hardworking and brilliant woman but then she stayed late at the clinic. She was too tired to go out on dates or fuck him. She was a dull girl. All work and no play. No play. No play. 

Play. 

Gretchen reached between her legs and let the clipboard in her hands clatter to the floor. She was supposed to monitor the patient and make sure there was a steady stream of the drug to her system. Whatever species Soma and Synapse belonged to had a quick metabolism. The drug needed to be injected constantly to keep Synapse’s control suppressed. 

All work and no play. 

Gretchen let her white coat split while she fumbled with her sweaty fingers, trying to get them under her skirt. She wondered if Soma wanted that. That wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. The thought turned her on, just like everything the beautiful creature did. Gretchen remembered the first time she saw Soma at the clinic and her bright blue hair. She had just landed on the planet and didn’t have anything resembling clothing. Apparently her species simply didn’t believe in it. But she was burned and bleeding from scraping the asphalt as she climbed out of her ship. She found a clinic to take care of her injuries, hopping into minds to guide her to Gretchen’s formerly glorious life. 

All work and no play. 

Gretchen should have been terrified when she saw Soma play with the other doctors and nurses at the clinic. One woman was trying to eat out three women at once, all of them feeling in their tits all the sensations building in their pussies. Soma could redirect sensory inputs and make your finger as erotic as your clit, which was a wild experience when you touched yourself. 

Play. 

Gretchen should have been calling the police or crying for help, but instead she was sitting behind the counter, watching the orgy between some of the smartest people she ever met, now all sniveling whores. She should have felt anything but the burning lust. She should have been doing anything but touching herself furiously. She should have thought anything except for envy at the poor doctor servicing as many women as her tongue could touch. 

All work and play. 

That was how Soma found her. She was drawn to Gretchen’s perverted fantasies and lust like a moth to the flame. Soma said they were kindred spirits. She didn’t have to dig deep to find a treasure trove of porn in Gretchen’s memory. When Harold left her, her sex drive was given a second life. Now that he was gone, she wanted to fuck all the time, but she was too tired to go anywhere or do anything about it. The internet romanced her. Her fingers were her lovers. She would spend every minute away from the clinic fucking herself stupid, watching more taboo porn, pushing the boundaries of lust. 

All play. 

Maggie’s choked cries stirred Gretchen out of her memories. Lin wore a thick and bulbous strap-on. It looked like something out of hentai, and Gretchen licked her lips as Maggie made it slick with her spit. The sub choked on the strap-on as Lin fucked her throat, tilting the smaller girl’s head back as she slid the cock in and out. Maggie’s slobbery gargles filled the room, and Gretchen couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy, and she moaned with relief. Sweet god, she was so fucking wet. 

All play. 

Gretchen looked back at Soma. The blue-haired goddess was behind Synapse, whispering in the younger woman’s ear. But Soma’s eyes were latched on to Gretchen. She smirked in amusement as she watched Gretchen pump at her soaked pussy. Soma’s eyes cut into Gretchen, making her weak. Her knees wobbled, and the doctor fell to the floor, keeping her fingers in her cunt the whole time. She didn’t look away from Soma, letting the alien’s cold eyes cut through her. 

All work and no play makes Synapse a dull girl. 

Gretchen tilted her throat back and moaned. The sound echoed through four different pairs of ears. I heard them all. 

All work makes Synapse a dull girl. 

Soma’s stare cut through Gretchen’s mind like it was a telescope, focusing her gaze on her true target. 

No play makes Synapse a dull girl.

The eyes glinted with their strange violet light. There was such malice in its amusement, such lust in its hatred, such power in its desire. 

Play makes Synapse. 

She was staring through Gretchen, straight into me. Into my mind.

Play Synapse.

Soma could have reached out and cupped my breasts. She could have sucked on my ears, bit my throat, licked the straight and tense lines of my neck. But she didn’t need to. Gretchen’s breasts were my breasts. Gretchen’s eyes were my eyes. Gretchen’s pussy was my pussy. 

Play. 

Not just Gretchen’s body. Soma was whipping me as Lin whipped Maggie. Even while her huge strap-on fucked Maggie’s throat — fucked my throat — she was whipping her sub. She was whipping me. Maggie/Synapse’s nipples were hard as we cried out to be whipped. Gretchen/Synapse’s pussy was soaked as Lin fucked our throats, as she whipped us, as we strained against their bonds, as we begged to be free so we could touch themselves, so Gretchen could touch them, so Gretchen could touch herself, so Gretchen could touch me. We were all one body because we were one mind. We were my mind, and I used them to masturbate as I did with Carly and Faith. We were all my pussies and fingers and tits and skin and pain and pleasure. 

We were all me. 

At that moment, I finally understood what it meant to be a goddess. Not to control, but to breathe and move through all beings. To be the force behind all lives, knowing the entire spectrum of human experience in one breath. I was the room, but if I expanded my powers, could I be the entire block outside of this building? Could I be the entire city? The entire planet? Could I inhabit each orgasm of the human species all at once, being fucked and fucking at all times of the day? 

Soma’s laughter anchored me. 

“Would you like this world?” she whispered in my ear. “It isn’t much.” 

The words brought me back to myself. Self. Singular. One mind amidst a row of minds is worlds apart from being a drop in an ocean. I could construct borders around myself. I could — 

Soma extended a curled finger, and Gretchen stumbled to her feet. She was still fingering herself — fingering me — as she stumbled to the table I was strapped to. 

“Keep her dosed,” Soma ordered, and the poor doctor nodded. She raised one trembling hand — the other was busy fucking herself — to keep my veins filled with the drug. I moaned as I felt my control slipping. 

“Much better,” Soma said. She stepped away from me and walked around the hospital bed, slinking behind Gretchen. “It’s much better this way, anyways.” 

“Please,” I begged. “Please —” 

“What?” Soma asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Stop? Is that what you want?” 

I froze. I didn’t know. It was wrong. I knew it was all wrong. This was worse than the porn I shamed Faith for reading or watching. These were real people that I was using as flesh puppets so I could orgasm. Even if I didn’t want to — even if I did everything in my power to resist it — I was using them for my sexual gratification. That made me absolutely disgusting. There was no other way to put it. 

“Except for goddess,” Soma said. “Isn’t that right?” 

“What?” 

“That was your word. Not mine.” Soma peeled off Gretchen’s coat, and I felt the cool air on my sweaty skin as the jacket fell from our shoulders. “To be connected to all of them. To be every human on the planet at once. To be the cumulative human experience in one mind. What else is that if not a goddess?” 

I closed my eyes, but it didn’t matter. I could see myself on the table through Gretchen’s eyes. I could see Soma slowly unbuttoning Gretchen’s shirt from Maggie and Lin’s eyes. I could feel the strap-on pressing against Maggie’s clit as Lin teased her, threatening to split her in half with the bulbous dildo. Threatening to split me in half. Lin wanted it. I wanted it for Lin. I couldn’t tell where I started and she stopped. 

This wasn’t being a goddess. This was sleep paralysis and night terrors. This was being a Peeping Tom and a pervert. This was a dozen things, but nothing about this was powerful. Nothing about this was glorious. 

“Not yet,” said Soma as Gretchen’s blouse fell to the floor and the cool air rushed over our tight stomach. “But I’m going to change all that for you.” 

“Please don’t.” I heard my voice in four different heads. It was whiny and pathetic, but Lin knew the sound of someone who said ‘no’ and meant ‘please.’ She knew a submissive afraid to beg for the humiliation she so deeply craved. If I wasn’t fooling Lin, then I couldn’t fool myself. I definitely couldn’t fool Soma. 

“You have so much to learn.” Soma unclasped Gretchen’s bra. We both sighed with relief. “For one, you must disabuse yourself of the notion that they are our equals. Even the so-called supers of this world are still nothing but apes in their minds. You wouldn’t think twice about eating a steak would you?” 

Soma peeled away Gretchen’s bra, but before we could sigh again, her hands were around Gretchen’s tits. I felt the pressure on my own breasts. Gretchen and I held our breath as Soma squeezed tightly. “Moo for me, little steak,” Soma said. 

I didn’t know which one of us she was talking to. My mouth formed the soft ‘M’ sound, but then Gretchen mooed loud and deep, the words vibrating through her chest — our chest — and I blushed with embarrassment. That mingled with Lin’s amusement at the scene and Maggie’s arousal. All at once, Lin pulled her dildo out of Maggie’s pussy. The sub and I both gasped with disappointment and cried out as the crop slapped against our tits — her tits. Lin’s hands were around Maggie’s tits in a moment, and I felt the heat of her breath on our throats as she commanded Maggie to moo too. 

Then two of us were mooing while three of us had our tits played with. I was tempted to join them, to sink deep into the ocean of their sensations. To lose all sense of myself and become them. I could be a goddess but I could also be nothing. I could be the wind in their lungs, the lightning in their brains, and finally float away into oblivion. 

But Soma has other plans. 

“Our people don’t kneel,” Soma said. She pinched Gretchen’s nipple and twisted hard. The pain was bright in my body, but Gretchen’s masochism infected me. Soon we were both moaning as Soma tortured our nipples, bringing Gretchen to her knees. I felt the hard floor and the scrape she ignored as lust pushed out every other sensation. I didn’t have the pleasure of being nothing but lust. I was the pain in her knees and the shame and humiliation and arousal and sharp pinching on the nipple.

“Hurt her,” Soma said to someone. Lin, I assumed. The dominatrix was then furious with the crop, slapping each fleshy and soft part of Maggie’s body. Maggie cried out in heavenly pain, and I joined her. I writhed against the straps on the hospital bed as my both dommes abused our bodies. The pain didn’t bother me as much as the relentless arousal from both submissives. I felt the tightness around my throat as Soma dragged Gretchen to the table where Maggie was being delightfully abused. The poor girl was crying out for more, moaning and thrusting against her restraints as the pain and pleasure mingled in our bodies. I didn’t know what Soma was doing. I didn’t know anything but pain and delight. There were the sharp red lines of the crop. The bright white pain of Gretchen’s nipples pulled tight and twisted. But beneath that all was the fuzzy crimson and pink pleasure blossoming in our bodies. We were drunk on it. For those cruel and blissful moments, we weren’t women anymore. We were bodies. We were a series of sensations and neurons. We were delight and the hunger for more delight. We were alive in the purest sense as all consciousness faded away. There was no higher order thinking, there was just the sensation and keeping it going, keeping the thoughts at bay, destroying any sense of identity as we become what we were always meant to be. 

Animals. 

“That’s right,” Soma said. “Animals. Each one of them. And they’ve infected you, making you think you are the same as them. You are so much more.” 

Gretchen was still on her knees in front of the table Maggie was strapped to. In one swift motion, Soma shoved Gretchen’s face between Maggie’s legs and the scientist went to work licking Maggie’s soaked pussy. For a moment, I dared to think that this would be a reprieve from the masochism and sadism of these women. But while Maggie was serviced, her body was still slapped by the crop. Lin added nipple clamps and rode Maggie’s face, holding onto the clamps like the reins of a horse, slapping Maggie’s bare skin like she wanted her submissive to reach a full gallop. My mouth was flooded with the taste of two pussies as Gretchen and Maggie went to work while I felt my pussy and clit worshiped by two eager clits. Soma didn’t hesitate to keep hurting Gretchen, and the pain was so bright in her body that I lost the ability to differentiate between pain and pleasure. The slap of the crop against my skin was the same as the tongue against my clit. The twisting of my nipples was the same as the pussy juice running down the chin. They were all equal. They were just synapses firing. Just synapses. 

Just Synapse. 

“Would you like to know the true bitch of our abilities?” Soma asked. She had found another strap-on and was preparing to fuck Gretchen’s ass — my ass — while the good doctor kept licking Maggie’s delicious pussy. “It isn’t real for us.” 

I opened my eyes and took in the scene for the first time from my perspective. Before this, it had all been in my head. I’ve had their eyes and sense to carry me through, but now I saw Lin riding Maggie’s face. Gretchen was standing up so Soma could fuck her ass while she was bent over, her face deep in Maggie’s cunt. Maggie was nothing but red marks and nipple clamps, buried beneath the other two women. Lin was sweating and glorious. She had ripped away most of her clothes, and she looked like she’s having the time of her life. Soma had a huge black dildo hanging between her legs as she prepared herself behind Gretchen and lubed it up graciously, stroking the huge cock while staring at me. 

“It feels …” I gasped as Gretchen lightly nibbled Maggie’s pussy — my pussy. “Real to me.”

“It’s a safety measure,” Soma said. Her voice was casual — almost gentle — as she looked at me and stroked that huge cock. “In case our plaything dies or gets burned. We’d hate to be burned ourselves.” 

“Then …” I closed my eyes. It was all too much. 

“How do we cum?” Soma asked. Through Lin’s eyes, I saw the amusement on my tormentor’s face. “The old fashioned way.” 

“Oh god,” I said, as her point clicked for me. Soon Maggie and Gretchen and Lin were going to cum. I felt the tidal swell in their pussies as they approached orgasmic and cosmic bliss. I was going to feel that orgasm too. I would ride the wave with them, and I may even feel the relief in their bodies. 

But my body wasn’t going to get any relief. 

Even now, my juices were running down my leg. God, I’d never been so wet in my life. I didn’t even think it was possible to be this wet. Juices running down one's leg felt like something out of fantasy. But now my body felt as though it was being pleasured and tortured in every sense of the word. It wanted to cum. It wanted relief. But I couldn’t reach my pussy. I couldn’t rub my thighs together. I couldn’t do anything. I was trapped in their bodies as much as I was trapped on this table. 

“Please,” I whined. “Please don’t leave me like this.” I didn’t know what would happen if I didn’t cum. That wasn’t something I could fathom at this point. Every cell in my body was aching to cum like it was its goddamned purpose. Like the trajectory of my purpose in life was this orgasm. Not just any orgasm. This orgasm. Imagining a life where I didn’t get to cum soon was like trying to imagine death. Death. Yes. That’s what would happen if I didn’t cum. Or even if I did cum. Yes. If I came, I could die. There would be nothing left in life for me. It could never get any better. There would be nothing left. This orgasm — this pleasure — was the sum of all of my existence. This was why I was here. This is why I was a super, why my parents raised me, why I did anything. I did it all for this orgasm. This one right now and nothing else would do. 

“Oh but it does get better,” Soma said. “Much much better. Let me show you.” 

Then she shoved herself inside of Gretchen. The scientist moaned, lifting her head out of Maggie’s pussy, but Soma was quick to shove her head back down and keep her working. At first it was pressure — unbelievable pressure. But Gretchen spread our legs, and Soma added more lube as she thrust. We were so open, so eager to be filled, that in no time at all, everything slipped into pleasure. Nothing like the pleasure of being fucked by a man — though I only knew by hijacking Kori’s pleasure from time to time. This was deeper and tighter. It was like being split in two, like finding new space inside the body, a new room of pleasure I had never experienced before. 

Humans could feel this too? 

Soma laughed, and it anchored me back to myself. “There is so much they can feel, especially when you start rewriting them.” 

I tried to respond, tried to process those words, but it was too much. Maggie was about to cum. She was begging for it, but Lin was refusing to let her. Gretchen was licking Maggie’s thighs as the poor submissive was denied the orgasm. 

As I was denied my orgasm. 

Soon, there were no words in the room. Everyone was hot and sweating, grunting and moaning. There was no more “yes,” “please,” or “more.” There wasn’t even an “oh god” or a “fuck.” It was just the thick breath of five women — three women and two other beings — as they fucked. We were close. We were all so close. But soon they were going to get their relief. Even Maggie was going to get to cum. I could feel it in Lin. She wanted to let her submissive cum. But I wasn’t going to get to. I was going to get nothing. No release. No ocean rising in my body. No storm burning through my blood. I was going to be all potential until I collapsed in on myself. I was going to pop. I swear to God I was going to pop. 

Then Lin came. 

I think I blacked out from the pleasure. I know the world went white. I lost myself. It felt like floating in space, as though I could reach out and grab a star. And being the pervert I was, I only wanted to shove those stars between my legs. I wanted their heat. I wanted their pulsing energy washing over me. That was what Lin had. It was cosmic and interstellar. She was on a higher plane of being as her thighs quivered and rippled with pleasure. She stumbled off the table, freeing Maggie’s face. 

“Fuck her,” Lin said breathlessly. “Let her cum.” 

Gretchen went back to work with her tongue. Gretchen’s head bobbed effortlessly as she licked Maggie’s clit. With each thrust of Soma against Gretchen’s ass, Maggie felt the thrust of Gretchen’s chin over her clit. Soma was fucking both of them. 

She was fucking all of us. 

My body was on fire. The pain that became pleasure had become pain again. But it wasn’t the stinging brightness of a slap or a twisted nipple. It was the deep burn of something caustic eating away at my flesh from the inside. It was disease and death. I had felt nothing like it, and I didn’t want to feel it again. There was something ungodly inside of me, and it couldn’t be released. It was trapped in cells and synapses, in skin and neurons, in pain and pain and pain. 

I felt that same burning in Maggie, but when she came, it erupted out of her. She squirted slightly onto Gretchen’s face and thrashed against her restraints. She was stronger now, pulling harder on what bound her than when Lin tortured her. It was as though she had a volcano between her legs, and all the primal burning was released. It was relief and terror all at once. It was the first step over the cliff into free fall. It was death and the unshakable knowledge of life. 

But my body wasn’t free from the burning. It was worse. As though my insides were dipped in acid and put back into my body. I couldn’t do this. I was going to die. When Gretchen came, I was going to pop. My mind would shut down and go into shock. The trauma of it would send me into a coma. This was it. Soma was going to kill me. This is how I would die: without cumming. 

“Please,” I begged. “Please please please.” I don’t know what I was begging for. To cum? Yes. To not cum? Absolutely. To make it stop and to make it happen. To keep going and to free me. To teach me and to kill me. All of it. Something. Anything. 

“She’s going to cum soon,” Soma said as she kept thrusting inside of Gretchen. “I can make it happen whenever I want.” 

“Please. I’m going to …” I let out a moan. I was covered in sweat. My body was burning up and shutting down. It didn’t know what was happening. “I’m going to pop.”  

“You want to cum, Koritsu?” 

“God, please. Yes.” 

“Should I send one of my playthings to go lick your pussy?” She chuckled. “You know how good Maggie is at it.” 

“Yes. Please. Anything.” I didn’t know what I was saying or agreeing to. Everything had been in my mind my whole life. Even hijacking Kori or Faith. Even tasting Carly’s fantasies. Making my own fantasies of all three of them. All of it was in my head. I’d touched myself before, but no one else had — I was — 

“Saving yourself for God?” Soma asked. Her voice was dark and husky. It was thick like sex and sweat and heat and the body and the burning. Oh goddess, the burning. “Now you’ve met one,” Soma said. “Save yourself no longer.” 

I tried to arch my back, but I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. It was so hot in here. On my skin. In my body. Everywhere. 

“I could release your arms,” Soma said. She slowed her fucking, but her voice was still sinister. It was a thing from my nightmares and wettest dreams. “But you won’t leave will you? You’ll stay here and pump pathetically at your pussy for that relief, won’t you?” 

“Yes. Please.” I don’t know who I was anymore. Molly. Synapse. Koritsu. It was all a dream. I was no one. I was nothing but a body. An animal. 

“Maybe,” Soma said, amused. “But they aren’t even animals, are they?” 

“Please,” Gretchen said. Or I said. I don’t know. We were both fucked. Both being fucked. Both exploding with pleasure. Both dying with each thrust. 

“When you admit that they are nothing but dildos, nothing but fleshlights and tongues and porn for our devouring, then you may cum.” 

“I’m nothing but a dildo!” Gretchen shouted. “I’m just a hole for fucking! Just a fleshlight.” 

I felt the words on her tongue, but my mouth couldn’t make the shapes. They were people. I spent my life trying to save them. No one knew better than I how human they were. Each mind was its own universe. 

“A universe you can reprogram,” Soma said. Her breath was hot in Gretchen’s ear — my ear. “What does that make you?” 

“A … a …” 

“Goddess,” Gretchen said for me. “You’re a fucking goddess, Synapse.” 

“Koritsu,” Soma corrected. She grabbed Gretchen’s hair and pulled back. I felt the tug on my scalp. Gretchen arched her back, and Soma thrust harder into her, riding her horse, her fleshlight. 

“You’re a goddess, Koritsu,” Soma said. Her voice was like a velvet collar around my throat, like a crop teasing between my breasts, like a star buzzing between my legs. “And they’re nothing but your toys. Admit it, and I’ll let you touch yourself. Admit it, and I’ll teach you how to play with them.” 

My fingers strained for my pussy, but couldn’t get any closer. I’d never do it myself. I was still in the closet, still hijacking Faith, still hiding in my room and hijacking Kori. I was nothing. 

“Not nothing,” Soma said. “A goddess. You’ve just been sleeping.” She picked up her pace, bringing Gretchen to the edge. But Gretchen would never cum without Soma’s permission. The creature could numb Gretchen or sense right when Gretchen was on the precipice before slowing down. 

“Time to wake up, Koritsu.” 

“Please,” I said. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I knew if she let Gretchen cum, I’d die. I knew if she didn’t let Gretchen cum, I’d expire. 

“You won’t leave. You want to cum too badly,” she said.

“Yes.” I couldn’t fathom leaving. Everything I wanted was right here, right now. It was between my legs. 

“You’ll be a good apprentice, won’t you.” “Yes.” I don’t know what I was agreeing to. All I knew was that I wanted this. If I said what she wanted, I got this. Then I could die. Then she could kill me. My glorious purpose would have been met. 

“Then cum, Koritsu.” 

Maggie and Lin were at my side in a moment. They freed my hands, and maybe another superhero would have punched them, freed her legs, and run for her life. Maybe a stronger sexual creature would have grabbed the back of Maggie’s throat and brought her tongue between my legs. 

But I was done with maybes. 

With my hands free, and Soma fucking me/Gretchen harder and faster, my fingers flew to my clit. They slithered inside me, fingering myself hard. It didn't take long for me or Gretchen to cum. And I didn’t have words for what I felt like. All I knew was that I died. Molly died. I was going to float away, and when I woke up, I’d figure out who Koritsu was. 

I had so much to learn. 

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Embrace of the Goddess Chapter 5

By Trixie Adara

Synapse

“Koritsu?” The name made something in me tingle. It sounded Japanese, but not the way Soma pronounced it. There was a click in her tongue when she said it, something harsh and wet compared to the gentle and sonorous rolling of Japanese. 

“Oh,” Soma said with a shake of her head. “What have they done to you?” 

“Who?” 

“To imagine sheep not just taming a wolf, but making her think she’s a sheep herself.” Soma paced around me. She was still in her tight black leather jacket and pants, though now her shirt was gone and replaced with a lace bra. I couldn’t look at it without thinking of her body naked in my dream, each curve intense and delightful, each one powerful and overwhelming. I thought of how Faith would look at her with hunger and lust, and I could feel Faith touching herself, her pussy damp with lust as she craved to taste Soma’s skin. Her lust became mine, but I severed the connection, pushing away the dreams. 

The memories. 

Soma smirked and shook her head again. “Poor thing,” she said. “They broke you.” Her sad smile faded as she snapped her fingers at Gretchen. The nervous assistant with the slight frame and strawberry blonde hair jolted up in her seat as she awoke. “But don’t worry,” Soma said. “We can put you back together.” 

The assistant ran to her computer and started typing furiously. Soma paced around, looking at me with hungry eyes. It wasn’t the same eyes as those in my dream — not the burning lust of someone that wanted to fuck me. There was too much scorn in her eyes, too much derision. I couldn’t maintain eye-contact and instead looked at her hair: cobalt blue and perfectly straight like mine. The sting of recognition gnawed at me. It was like that word she called me — Koritsu — It was all right and totally wrong at the same moment. It was like trying a food you knew you hated and finding it pleasantly delicious after all these years. 

“Who are you?” I asked. 

“Who is asking?” Soma said. 

“Me. What are you talking about?” 

Soma sighed. “I’ll talk to Molly if I must, but not Synapse. Not whatever nonsense they built you into.” 

“They didn’t build me into anything. And who are they?” 

Soma ignored me and looked back at Gretchen. “Well?” she asked. 

“It seemed to work.” Gretchen bit her lip. “More or less.” 

“More or less?” Soma’s lips pursed as she moved behind the monitor to look at what Gretchen saw. 

“What worked?” I asked. I sat up on the bed and realized I wasn’t restrained. I sat back down quickly, trying not to draw attention to that fact. If I was careful and waited until they were distracted, I could make a run for it. I could anticipate Soma’s power and maybe block it so she couldn’t lock my knees again.  

Soma and Gretchen ignored me as they stared at something on the monitor. Soma pushed Gretchen aside and started typing furiously. I took the first chance I’d been given since my capture to center myself. I took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. I knew how to meditate. I knew prayer. I was trained to go into the most chaotic situations and be an unrelenting tidal wave of calm. 

I reached out with my powers, trying to get a sense of Soma and Gretchen, but I wasn’t surprised when I found nothing. I don’t know how she’d done it, but Soma knew how to block my powers. And for whatever reason, she was interested in them. Interested in me. Perhaps she thought she could weaponize them, but if that was the case, the joke was on her. If there was one thing I’d learned through years of hero work, it was that my powers had absolutely no combat applications. Just ask Io if you need a reminder of how useless I am in a fight. 

“It seems that was a good first step, Kortisu,” Soma said as she moved away from the monitor. “But I’m throwing a little party in a few days, and I want to make sure the main attraction is ready. We’ll need to move quickly.” 

“Why do you keep calling me that?” 

Soma shook her head. “Then I’m talking to Molly.” 

“I don’t know what you’re —” 

“Don’t waste my time with denial. Molly Warren. That was the name your parents gave you when they adopted you. Jacob and Becca Warren.” 

“They …” I shut my mouth, trying not to confirm or deny what she said. It may have been possible to find out who my parents are — though it would be easier to find someone in the Witness Protection Program. But to know they adopted me? Almost no one knows that. 

Soma shook her head. “I wouldn’t need to be psionic to know what you’re thinking. You wear it on your face too plainly. You’ve picked up bad habits among the humans. Back home it would never be tolerated to wear your emotions so plainly.” She smirked. “It’s practically pornographic.” 

I was about to comment on her smirk when she added, “I’ve picked up some bad habits too in my brief time here. It’s like getting to walk naked without shame. I almost like it, though it’s too cold for my liking.” 

Once more my eyes roamed up and down her body almost against my will. I didn’t know if she was speaking in metaphor or if she was cold now with so much skin revealed. I looked at the tight lines of her stomach and the impressive swell of her breasts. Were they cold? Were her nipples stiff and — 

Soma barked a laugh. It was awful, like a dog choking, and I blushed with shame. Right. Psionic. She knew what I was thinking to some degree. 

“And feeling,” she added. “Don’t worry about me weaponizing your powers. You see, you don’t have anything I haven’t got. In fact, you’re severely lacking when you look at what you’re capable of.” 

“Then why bother with me? Why are you here at all?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Soma spread her arms wide. “This is a rescue.” 

“Rescue from what?” 

Soma shook her head. “No spoilers. We can’t rebuild Koritsu until we first tear down Synapse. Then I have to rip Molly from your psyche one moment at a time. Then we can complete the Quinox Sequence and go back to Neoros or rule like queens.” She shrugged. “Personally, I’m hoping you can rule while I go home.” She looked back at Gretchen with a look of disgust. “They’re bodies are delightful, but their minds are overly simple, almost childish.” She shook her head. “I would hate to rule apes.” 

I tried to organize all the words she said, but they didn’t have categories. Neoros sounded like a place, but it wasn’t one I knew. Though when she said we would be going back it meant I had to have been there before, but that was impossible. And she talked about humans like she wasn’t one. I know plenty of supers did the same thing. They thought they were a new race, and there was some disgusting supremacist language amongst the worst of them. Is that what this was? She wanted me to rise up with her and oppress the human race? 

“Fuck that,” I said. 

She turned back to me. “Ooooh, poor thing.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I think we’ll start with a simple first lesson.” She turned to Gretchen. “Bring in our guests.” Gretchen got up immediately and ran into the dark corners of the warehouse. Soma walked towards me, slowly, with careful and even steps. The clicking of her heeled boots reverberated all around us. There were no words, but as she approached, an entire conversation happened in our minds. It was a language I’d never spoken before, but my body knew it deeper than English. 

She told me to lay back, and I defied her. She shut down the nerve clusters in my knees and arms, but I flexed my abs and tried to sit up. She thought my defiance was cute. I called her a bitch. In my mind, I snarled and howled, but my strength was a dying flame and she was a tsunami. She smothered me in her power, and my body went limp though she let my mind flail and roar. She sent me the sensation of falling — no, of flying — and then one of heavy sleep, like a long day hiking and arguing with your mother and baking in the heat and moving your best friend’s whole apartment into a van before she moves away. The sensations she sent were acute and accurate, making my power look clumsy and amateurish. And the entire time, I couldn’t sense her. The best I could do was to ward off her attacks, but I couldn’t strike back. It was like fighting a ghost with my bare hands. 

She pressed into me, luring me deeper and deeper into sleep. I stood no chance. It wasn’t like she was smothering my mind into unconsciousness. Instead, she was seducing me, luring me. I relived the day Carly left for college and never came back. I relived the post orgasmic bliss the first time I came by hitchhiking Faith’s porn addiction and leeching her arousal. I was at the end of my first Christian Hero Conference where I stood on a stage in sweltering heat singing Christian worship songs and signing autographs and talking about how I serve humanity because Jesus did. I was at the end of my first night in the Borealis, alone and cold, reaching out to feel my teammates because I was too shy to get to know them any other way, but the shame of violating their privacy kept me up late into the night until sleep was the only way out of the vicious cycle in my mind. 

Sleep. Sweet sleep. 

***

“Wake up,” Soma whispered in my ear. I smiled and rolled over, letting the sunlight wash over me. My hair tickled my bare skin, and my smile spread at the delightful sensation. Soma pressed herself against my back and kissed my neck, letting her kisses trail down my shoulder and back. She wrapped her arms around me, and when she pulled away the blankets, only the sunlight covered our bare bodies. 

“Morning Carly,” I whispered. 

“Good morning, love,” Soma said. Her hand went to my stomach, and I put my hands on top of her. “It could be a better morning,” she said with a laugh. 

I let myself feel her laugh deep in her stomach and stole it for myself. “Better than last night?” I asked. 

“Mmm, if you free my hands,” she said. She bit my shoulder playfully, and when I gasped, her hands went between my legs. I didn’t stop her, and she didn’t stop. Over and over, she didn’t stop. 

***

“Sweet dream,” Soma said in the darkness. I was back in my body, and the sunlight was gone. I was naked and strapped to the hospital bed, but I didn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t stand the condescending I assumed was on Soma’s face. 

“But it wasn’t yours,” she said. 

I kept my eyes shut, though that would never keep me safe from her. “It was Carly’s dream,” she said. “One you just happened to pick up on? Or were you snooping?” 

I said nothing, but my cheeks burned crimson and the heat spread down my body. 

“Shame or lust?” Soma said with a click of her tongue. “A little bit of both.” 

I strained at the straps across my chest and thighs, but I couldn’t make them budge. I thought of all the talks I had with my parents about my abilities, about making sure to respect people’s privacy. As a teenager, I didn’t see the harm in hopping into people’s nervous systems. I thought I could get to know the real person behind the calculating glances and carefully chosen words. 

“And then you found the real Carly,” Soma said. “Not so different from the real Faith.” 

“Please, stop,” I said. Now I knew what my parents spoke of. This probing, this knowing, was so violating. One should always be safe in his or her mind, and yet here was Soma, stripping me away and revealing the pathetic and dirty thing I was at my core. The girl that wouldn’t watch or read porn but didn’t mind if she spent time in her sister’s body while she did. The girl that knew her best friend was in love with her and fed off that admiration and lust —

“Even came to that fantasy more than once,” Soma said. 

But never acted on it. Closed that door. Faith was dirty. Carly was dirty. 

“And you liked it,” Soma said. “What does that make you?” 

There was a jolt in my nervous system, and my eyes went wide open. Soma was inches from my face, her expression one of unrelenting fury. “What is someone that is lower than dirty?” she hissed. 

Then, without hesitation, she licked my face, running her tongue from my chin to my forehead. My body erupted in a thousand sensations like Soma dropped a bag of marbles in my mind and each feeling ran amok on the floor. Shame. Hunger. Pain. Lust. Fear. Desire. Ache. Burn. Disgust. Passion. Wet. Moist. Damp. Soaked. Soaked. Soaked. 

Then they coalesced into a one burning emotion: Need. My body was redhot with it. The memory of betraying Carly was burned up in the eternal need of my body. Was it Soma or was it me? It was impossible to tell. I couldn’t trust my body or my mind. It was all a toy in her hand. I was helpless. 

Soma scoffed and stepped away from me. “You know our people are omnisexual,” she said. “We fuck anything that moves.” 

My body shivered, but I kept my eyes shut, trying to calm myself, trying to center myself and turn it all off. I was still a prisoner. I was in a warehouse, naked, strapped to a bed. This wasn’t therapy, and it wasn’t sex. It was a kidnapping. It was danger. 

“Your body would have happily fucked Faith or Carly. It’s not like Faith is your sister.” Soma sent me the sensation of her smiling, overruling my shut eyes. It was beautiful and dirty and cruel cruel cruel. “But we have no taboos about siblings. We have no taboos at all. I will say if you ever wonder why I’ve chosen these methods it’s because humans are one of the only species I’ve encountered with taboos at all. It fascinates me. Perhaps I’ll write a dissertation on them when I return home.” 

Somewhere deep in the warehouse, doors opened. The sound rumbled through the open space and seemed to ripple over my naked body, my bare chest. 

“But first I have to rip it away from you. Of course, I’ll play with it for a while. It’s fascinating to see one of us so fragile and broken, and yet that very brokenness creates a level of arousal unprecedented. Trust me, I’ve traveled many galaxies and conquered dozens of worlds. No one gets turned on like a human.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but I wasn’t sure I was telling the truth. It was like there was a closet in the bedroom of my mind that I tried to ignore, but I could always see it in the corner of my vision. She was talking about all the things stored in that closet. 

“Time to open the closet,” Soma said. She turned to approaching footsteps. Multiple people. People I couldn’t sense. 

“How are you blocking them?” 

Soma looked back to me and smiled sadly. “You know.” 

“Please, tell me what’s happening.” 

She leaned close to me, letting her blue hair tickle my face. “I’m opening the door, Koritsu.” Once more, she bent down and licked her tongue along my face. It was wet and awful, and I moaned and broke, and my nipples stiffened while I recoiled and I hated her, hated my body, hated what she knew about my body that I didn’t, hated this whole thing. 

But only because I wanted answers. 

I wasn’t afraid of her hurting me. I wasn’t afraid Aurora Flight would never come and rescue me. I wasn’t afraid of anything except not getting the answers I needed. She understood who I was — what I was. She knew what was on the other side of the door in my mind. She held the key to it. I couldn’t lie to her, and I found I didn’t want to. She could peel away my faith and religion, my self-righteousness and my martyr complex. She could see the self-ish, scared, and dirty girl at the bottom of all that, the thing I tried to control and lock away, the thing in the closet. 

And she wanted it to come out and play. 

Soma walked away from me and started speaking to people I couldn’t see in hushed whispers. But I wasn’t left alone strapped to the bed. Gretchen came into view, looking nervous and frail. She tucked hair behind her ear and smiled warmly at me. 

“You get used to her,” she said. 

“I hope not.” 

“Yeah.” She looked back at her boss and sighed. I didn’t need to be an empath to see that she was in love with my sociopath captor. “I guess not.” 

“Is she controlling you?” 

Gretchen looked back at me as I stirred her from whatever fantasy held her. “No.” She cleared her throat and shook her head. “Not necessarily.” 

“In a manner of speaking?” 

“In a manner of speaking, we’re all being controlled.” She pulled over a tray and got to work preparing some kind of injection. “Why does anyone do anything? For money? For approval? For a jolt of dopamine? A shot of serotonin?” She paused her work and looked up at me. “If you help an old lady cross the street, did you do it because it was the right thing to do or because it made you feel good?” 

“Why not both?” 

Gretchen smiled at me. “If it’s both then it’s the ladder. It’s just nice that doing the right thing feels good. Would you do it if it was the right thing but felt awful?” 

“You know how often saving people feels awful?” 

“I used to be a doctor,” she said with a shrug. She broke eye contact and went back to work. She swabbed some numbing agent and rubbed it on my arm. Her face was focused on her work, and I could tell there was something else happening behind her eyes — something painful and complex — but I had no idea what it was. I had come to rely on my powers too much.

“What are you doing?” 

“Soma wants this drug in your system.” 

“What does it —” 

“You know I’m not going to answer that.” 

“Please.” I tried to make my voice sound pathetic. A week ago, I could have made any voice sound pathetic and break a person’s heart. I could make a billionaire begging for spare change move you to empty your pockets. 

Not that I’d ever use my powers that way. 

Gretchen looked up at me and smiled again. It was warmer than Soma’s, but it had the same sadness, as though she was looking at some pitiful orphan. “Soma is going to help you. She opened my eyes, and she’s going to open yours.” 

“I don’t want to see things the way she does.” 

“You already do. We all do. She just says it out loud.” 

I sighed. “Typical villain philosophy. Next you’ll tell me she's actually a savior.” 

Gretchen shook her head. “She’s a conqueror. I know there will be casualties. She helps me look at the cost with bravery.” 

“So she is controlling you, right. Got it. Brainwashing.” 

Gretchen shook her head. Her hair swished back and forth in little waves crowning her head. “She was going to leave me, and I begged her to let me help. I sold myself to her, told her I could be of use.” 

“Brainwashing and cult go hand in hand.” 

“Say’s the girl going to political rallies for Jesus.” 

I strained against the straps holding me down. “Fuck you.” 

“That’s Corinthians, right?” she said. “Or is it Ephesians?” She shook her head sadly. “This won’t hurt.” Without another warning, she stuck the syringe in my arm and pushed the drug into my system. I braced myself for another black out or the tingling of a truth serum — not that Soma would need it. 

“I’m going to save you,” I said. “I’m going to save all of us.” 

“Not if I save you first,” Soma said as she stepped into view. “Of course, I could kill you.” She shrugged. “It seems like a waste, but I’ve got a few more weeks before my weapons arrive. I’d rather spend them figuring out what broke you than making millions of human dollars before I burn all their economies.” 

“What did she do to me?” I said with a nod to Gretchen. “What was in that drug?” 

Soma waved a hand to wash away my question. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned to someone I couldn’t see. “Please give our guest a better view, Gretchen.” Footsteps surrounded me as Gretchen stepped away back to her computer. She flipped some switches, and my hospital bed started to stand up, giving me a better view of the entire warehouse while I was strapped to it. 

The warehouse was cast in shadow, but in front of me was a four-poster bed. Chains were wrapped around each poster, and I noticed an entire sex-shop’s worth of sex toys and a BDSM convention’s stock of devices for pleasure and pain. 

“You’re going to fuck me?” I asked. 

Soma ignored me. She beckoned behind me and two women came into view. One woman looked Thai with long silky black hair in a tight ponytail. She was naked except for impressive emerald slippers with a stiletto heel she could rob a bank with. The rest of her body was smooth and hairless, marked only with the tight lines of her impressive muscle. 

“This is Lin,” Soma said, gesturing to her. Lin smiled at me and went to the BDSM toys lined out for her. After a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a riding crop and gave it a few practice swings. She looked like she knew exactly what she was doing with it. 

“And this is Maggie.” Soma gestured to a tall blonde woman — well over six feet tall — with impressive curves. She reminded me of Bastille, but I couldn’t imagine my French teammate wearing the bright pink straps all over her body that adorned Maggie. They were leather with huge rings leaving her nipples and pussy bare, but covering almost every other inch in a criss-crossed cage pattern of thick pink leather. 

“Gretchen,” Soma said, and the assistant took off her white coat and stepped away from the computer. She went to the bed along with Maggie and helped strap the blonde to the bed using the chains. 

“Can you sense them?” Soma asked. 

I shook my head. Maggie and Lin were both blank pages, just like Gretchen and Soma. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. I didn’t keep my eyes off Lin as she paced around the bed, looking at Maggie hungrily. From time to time she cast glances at Gretchen, and I didn’t have to read her emotions to know she was imagining the mousy scientist strapped to the bed. Lin gave off the same energy as Soma, but we all knew who was in charge here. 

“Are they going to —” I couldn’t say the word. I was still in Carly’s dream, still hiding in my bed while Faith touched herself. I was detached from all of it, but one word rang through my ear from Soma. 

Omnisexual. 

“That’s not the real question,” Soma said. She was behind me. I don’t know when she moved away. “What’s the real question?” Her hot breath on my ear — on my neck — sent shivers down my neck, my bare skin, my exposed breasts. 

“Are you controlling them?” I asked. I had to know. Not just Maggie and Lin, but Gretchen and Hauzer. Io and the rest of my team. Could Soma control them? Could she reach out and make them play out her little play like puppets? 

“You think it would be wrong if I did,” Soma said. “But that’s what we’re going to fix today. It doesn’t matter. Do you know why?” 

I didn’t answer. It didn’t matter what she said now. All I cared about was that she didn’t deny it. She could be controlling them, and if her powers were the same as mine, then that meant I could control people too. 

Soma’s hand reached around and her fingertips ran over my collarbone. “It doesn’t matter because I want it, and I take what I want.” Her fingers trailed down and teased my nipple, I arched my back as best I could while restrained and moaned. “Soon you will too.” I closed my eyes tight, waiting to wake up. Soma was in another dream. She was playing with me. 

“We’re ready,” Gretchen said. I opened my eyes. Gretchen was standing to the side now that Maggie was chained to the bed. Lin traced the tip of her riding crop over the tiny peaks of Maggie’s bare skin. The Thai woman looked hungry, and I felt like I was back in Faith’s body as she read porn, like I was in Carley’s dream as she fantasized about me. 

The hunger burned in me too. 

“The serum in your system is going to lower your control,” Soma said. “I’m going to take down wards I’ve placed on their minds while they play with each other. I’d love to see how long you resist treating them like Faith and Carley, but don’t worry, it will happen. I have plenty of the drug, and I will break and rebuild you if it saves time.” 

“I …” I strained against the straps. I felt twelve again, hiding in the closet while Faith’s lust infected me. I prayed and cried and tried to push it down, but in the end it always won. Just like Kori. I couldn’t resist for long, and if I had to —

Lin brought the crop down against Maggie’s thigh. It wasn’t a tease or a test. It was hard and swift, relentless and designed to hurt. The large blonde woman cried out in pain, and I cried out with her as the pain rippled up and down my thigh. I felt the crop and the sting, I felt Maggie’s arousal as she was helpless, I felt Lin’s hunger as Maggie’s cries stoked the flame of Lin’s lust, I felt the fear and fascination budding in Gretchen, her desire to strip and join them. I felt them all, running over my skin, between my legs, deep in my brain. 

Dear God, I felt everything. 

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